“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.

But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.

“It’s when you sit alone,
Or lay in your bed,
That we will be watching,
Waiting,
Until you get scared.
Then we will come,
A scratch and a chill,
For you will feel goosebumps,
Look at the windowsill!
Did you see a face?
Looking in at you,
You know that you did,
Beware…you’ll turn blue.
Is that the wind,
Howling at the moon,
Or is it a werewolf,
That’s coming for you?
So sit in your chair,
Or lay in your bed,
Because we”ll be there,
And you’ll be dead!”
― Anthony T Hincks